I will see it as optional
To let go of crumbling leaves
And make due with the possible.
My circle is made up of thieves
That focus on gems across seas.
Empty is my seat of daggers.
Instead, I lie under the eaves
Ignoring problems that matter.
What is there to really believe,
If every concept begins to shatter?
Will they tell the truth or deceive?
There has been emphasis on the latter.
Why must we make it a contest?
If we all deserve some prosperity.
It will come to end in protest
Showing the immense instability.
My aim is find my content.
In which I will behave oddly.
Not really knowing my intent
Whatever, no one can stop me.
Watch me be sweet and whimsical
As I prance and dance on tables.
Time to not be so cynical
While I bathe with jumper cables.
At last, I reached my pinnacle!
The last chapter of my fable.
However, still a bit stable.
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